*2 Months Later*

*Samii’s P.O.V*
It has been about 2 months since everything with Harry and I haven’t moved on from the heartbreak. I’ve just learnt to live with it. I still see him around as he’s still friends with Niall but we haven’t talked and I make my excuses to leave when he does come round. I’m still staying with Niall and Grace but I’m saving up for my own flat. I don’t sleep much anymore. Every time I close my eyes I either see Harry’s smile or him sleeping with that girl.

*Harry’s P.O.V*
My time now consists of drinking heavily with Louis and fighting after Samii left. I don’t blame her after what I did but a part of me wishes she would just come back to me. Being around Louis isn’t helping either of us as he is still upset about Grace and her baby and our heartbreak and sadness just bounces of each other causing us to drink more.

*Liam’s P.O.V*
Zayn and I were sat in my living room with a few beers watching a crappy horror film.

‘We need to sort Louis and Harry out.’ Zayn’s voice broke the silence.

I leaned forward grabbing the remote and switched the TV off. ‘The two of them are just drinking themselves into oblivion, but it’s just us two. Niall won’t give a fuck about what Louis is doing to him self.’

‘Well we will just get Niall involved with Harry. We need him to help but I can deal with Louis.’ Zayn retorted.

‘So how are we going to do it then?’ I asked.

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Niall, Zayn and I were parked outside the boys flat early the next morning in Naill’s car.

‘Does everyone know what they are doing?’ Zayn asked and we both nodded at him.

Zayn opened the passenger side door and stepped out into the cold morning weather and proceeded to walk up the stairs as we followed him. Zayn knocked on the door and after a few minutes there was no answer. He tried the door and it was open so we walked in.

Zayn headed in the direction of Louis room as Niall and I went to Harry’s. The plan was Zayn was staying with Louis and me and Niall were taking Harry’s to mine.

Harry was sprawled out on the floor next to his bed surrounded by beer bottles and holding a half empty vodka bottle.

‘Harry get up’ Niall said as he nudged Harry in the side with his foot in an attempt to rouse him.

‘Piss off’ Harry slurred not moving or opening his eyes.

‘Niall pack a bag for him would you.’ I sighed

Niall nodded and swiftly moved around the room packing a few clean clothes as Harry started mumbling incoherently by my feet. Niall joined me again after a few minutes and nodded at me.

I bent low and grabbed Harry’s torso pulling him over my shoulder and carried him out of his room.

‘Get out of my face Zayn.’ Louis drunkenly shouted from his room.

I carried Harry out to Niall’s car and laid him in the back. He was still unconscious and had stopped mumbling. Niall pulled out and started driving in the early morning traffic. I took this time to look at Harry properly in the rear view mirror. His hair was a greasy mess and smelt like he hadn’t had a proper wash in a few days. His clothes had little patches of blood and sick dried into it. I shook my head at him, all this over a girl.

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Niall helped me carry Harry into my bathroom and into the shower. We threw him into the shower with all his clothes still on and put the shower on cold. Harry spluttered a few times before sitting up and rubbing his eyes and head.

‘What are you arseholes doing?’ Harry looked up at us as we stood over him.

‘You need to sort yourself out if you want Samii back,’ I said over the noise of the shower.

‘Or at least make her think you’re not a dick.’ Niall added.

Harry looked at me to Niall and back to me again.

‘Fuck you guys. I don’t need your help.’ Harry said trying to stand but Niall pushed him back down with ease.

‘You do and we are helping you even if you don’t want it.’ Niall said rubbing his hands on a towel. ‘Now get clean, dressed and meet us in the living room’

We both walked out leaving Harry to his shower and his thoughts.

*Harry’s P.O.V*
Dicks. I don’t need their help. I already know Samii won’t want me back so why try.

I slowly stood up ignoring the protest from my bones and muscles. It felt so good to have hot running water over my body and it eased the pain in my head. I was about to start washing when I realised they had left my clothes on me.

I got undressed and stepped back underneath the flowing water and let it run down my body washing off all the stress of the last few months.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked into the spare bedroom. There was a small bag sat on the bed filled with my clean clothes. I got dressed and made my way to the living room where Niall and Liam were taking. They stopped as I sat down and they both looked at me.

There was an awkward silence between us as they both sat and stared at me. I bit my nail waiting for one of them to speak.

‘You’re a dick Harry.’ Niall broke the silence. ‘But I think Samii is good for you. She keeps trying to convince us she is alright but she’s starting to show the cracks.’

‘Can you stop calling me a dick?’ I interrupted him.

‘Tonight the four of us are going out to dinner.’ Niall said ignoring my question. ‘Grace will bring Samii to the restaurant but she won’t know.’

‘Nice idea Niall, what if she bails and runs out.’ I said sarcastically.

Niall smiled. ‘She won’t. She misses you as much as you miss her.’

I rubbed my head. This won’t work.

Notes

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